More than a thousand people fought to the death and refused to surrender. This was the destination of Chen Rong's army. Dying for their homeland was the only faith they had left for the rest of their lives. His snow-white clothes were eventually stained with blood. The place where the poisonous blood sprayed was the only place he left for himself. There were no bones left and he died in battle to repay his kindness. He ran around and was scarred. Making money to support the army was the righteousness in his heart; he spent a lot of money to make swords, exchanged lives for lives, and held the sea thread because of the sadness of sympathy for the same disease, the ignorance of being overwhelmed, and the love that seemed to be absent. Perhaps his death made those who heard it sad, pitiful, or sighing, but this was the last solution he could find that was worthy of everyone he knew. Is there any way to have both ends of the world?
However, people always have some selfish motives, wanting him to have a better ending, wanting to break the established arrangement, finding a way out for him, wanting someone to protect him, so that he can have someone to rely on, a place to go, free and unrestrained. It all starts with that little green snake.
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Purpose: to give life to mortals.